It's Taking Me Higher, Higher, Higher Off the Ground

Just got the most brilliant idea for a blog, but more about that in a little bit. First the news, I'm going to make this quick so there will be little detail.

Officially back on speaking terms with Josh. I fought this terrible sinus infection that we've been passing back and forth, now we can see each other again without, literally, making ourselves sick. Did our presentation for Mr. Hodous, and our movie is quite possibly the most boring movie ever created. I started Day 3 of our presentation with the sentence "If you don't remember..." to be interrupted by Taylor saying "NO!! It's ok, we remember." Didn't find a dress for prom (WHICH IS TOMORROW NIGHT). I feel like I'm being forced to go. Let me make this very clear, if I don't find a dress by 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, I am not going. I don't care if a ticket was flippin $50, I'm not going if I don't find a dress I'm comfortable in. I slept a lot today. I fell asleep in 5th period, as soon as I got home until about 7 (I fell asleep on one bed and woke up in another...that's very creepy) then I woke up texted Jayjay the Jet Plane, fell asleep and woke up at 11:30 and I'm still very tired. I GOT A JOB AS A CAMP COUNSELOR!!! So I'll be gone for 10 weeks this summer :)

Alright. Time to share the new direction I'm taking with my blog. Ready for this? I'm going to do an entire post all about the person that just so happened to make my day whatever day I decide to blog (normally it's a Friday, but it really does vary). Starting today :)

Walking in the hallway between lunch and 5th period, I get stuck behind this total nerd with short hair on the sides and curly hair on top.

He has his earphones in and is ambling down the hall obviously oblivious to the world and my shouts of "excuse me."

He's wearing these loafer type shoes, shorts that barely reach his knees, and an Andy Warhol style bag flung over his right shoulder and a Starbucks cup in his left. 

On top of all of that, he has a tank top on that looks like it came from Djibouti or Uganda. 

Finally I manage to maneuver around this guy and I do one of those inconspicuous side glances hoping that this guy, whoever it may be, won't catch me looking at him. 

As soon as I did, I came to the shocking realization that this male body in front of me with seemingly no respect for anybody else's time was in fact Taylor Crowell, son of Lisa Crowell, not to be confused with Lesley Crow. 

Instantly I loved the outfit. It's so Taylor, so out there, so almost unexpected but expected at the same time. He radiated confidence as he walked through the door of Mrs. Locey's room and it was almost spooky. 

After throwing a compliment at him, I proceed to my own fifth period class where I was stuck behind yet another slow poke talking to her BFF Jill. 

She said to her companion "You know Taylor Crowell?" 

To which Girl #2 replied "Kinda, he's in my Fitness Walking class." 

Girl #1: "Did you notice his shirt?" 

Girl #2: "Who didn't?!? You know, it wouldn't look good on anyone else but Taylor. It fits his personality." 

And boom!! There I had it, the reason why I didn't like the shirt until I realized it was Taylor wearing it.

I suffered through 5th period and when 1:40 came around I walked down the hall to an equally tortuous class, where the teacher hates me and the work doesn't make sense. During 6th period, about 2 weeks ago we started presentations.

 During the transition period between group 4 and 5, I turn my head slightly and I see Taylor with his arm above his head. Curious, I turned my head in that general direction and find him engaged in a conversation with Julia about the size of his nipples. Then he pretty much flashes the class and asks in a very loud manner 

"DO YOU THINK MY NIPPLES ARE BIG?" 

To which I responded with a yes because his nipples are unusually large for a member of the male species.

Considering the amount of talking I do each day, and the number of quotes up on my wall, I would consider it quite hard to get a quote up on my wall. So congratulations Taylor, "Do you think my nipple are big?" is up there next to Alida Moore's "You like Brother Kerns?" and Jashmin Tin's "Why would he put it in his pants?". Above Jessica Lynn's "Gotta love that Bobby Walker" and under Mrs. Hoerling's "Don't have sexual intercourse."

Oh I love my friends.

I don't know how I'm going to manage without them for 10 weeks.

They go to Wild Waves and the lake while I'm stuck in the wilderness taking care of 6-8 campers of the female type.

Well, it might be fun.

I'm loving life right now.

I'm in a really good spot.

Music is constantly in my head 

Art in my heart

and everywhere I turn I'm reminded of how much I'm loved.

Love you guys so much it hurts :)

<3  E 

And I Wouldn't Change Thing, I'd Walk Right Back Through the Rain, Back to Every Broken Heart on the Day That it was Breakin, And I'd Relive all the Years and be Thankful for the Tears...

Hey there guys :)

I haven't blogged in a while so here it goes...

Hmmm....where to start???

Oh yes!!! I do believe the last post was about Josh the magnificant green eyed beauty :)...yea, umm, we're not on speaking terms at the moment but as pointed out by Jessica Lynn (love that girl) I was being a meanie butt face to him. He told me a week or so before that we had plans for "Friday" (unbeknown to me at the time that it was Friday the 13th) and I told him that was fine. Come Thursday the 12th, Jessica Lynn (love that girl) and I were sitting at Starbucks (love that place) for hours and we got to talking about guys like teenage girls are bound to do and I was telling Jessica Lynn (love that girl) that I had plans with Josh the next day and she says something to the extent of "On Friday the 13th??"...Then that got me to thinking...IF I were to die in a horrible car accident because Josh was signing and driving Friday the 13th would be the day. I'm not super superstitious or anything but I also wanted to make sure that I didn't die on Friday the 13th, so I cancelled on him and now he's uber mad at me and won't even make eye contact. Am I upset that he's not talking to me...not really...but it bugs the living crap out of me.

Going through my room earlier today and I found a bunch of crap from last year...including all the MASH stuff that Jashmin, Jillian, and I did a couple days before school got out. One of my favorites is one of Jillian's. She's going to marry RHGND (I don't even remember what that stands for), drive a mustang though she only makes a quarter a year living in Peru in a house with 100 kids and her pet iguana. She works as a bank robber but writes in her free time and will have 3 husbands. I have one that says that I'm going to marry Nigel (who will make $100,000 a year), drive a Lambo and live in a shack in LA with 2 kids and a pet dog making 1 million dollars a year being a stripper. :) I sincerely hope this is true. :)

I feel so bad because yesterday my dad just about beat the crap out of Tehquin. Apparently I can't get a ride home without my dad thinking that I'm in some secret relationship. For one Tehquin's a senior. Sophomore's and seniors don't mix. I think I'm the only one who really has that problem. Two, Tehquin is moving in less than 2 weeks. And three, that's just gross, so there you have it...there is no way I'm in a secret relationship with Tehquin, the poor kid.

Our movie for History is 5 HOURS LONG!!!! And it's in German, so Dari came over and translated it for me :) what a sweetie pie :)

OMG!!! Angry Birds online :) This makes my day...here's the link
http://chrome.angrybirds.com/

I think that's about it for now
Jessica Lynn: Sorry about not being able to go yesterday
JayJay the Jet Plane: Your powerpoint was the bestest :)
Taylor: It makes my day that you are doing Mulan :)



So true


I love this so much :)


This turtle makes my day :)

Because Tonight Will Be The Night That I Will Fall For You Over Again, Don't Make Me Change My Mind...

TODAY!!!! Was by far the funnest and most adventurest day of all.

But before I tell you any of that I MUST tell you something about a special friend I have. And I know Josh reads this so hear it goes. I'm hesitating because I know JayJay reads this and she knows Ashi-Babe...but whatever this is about proving that it's not MY game. JayJay hon...PLEASE!!!!!!! Don't tell Ashi jus cuz she's associated with Jake and Jake is associated with ALL the deaf kids, pretty please with cherries on top. Let's take this from the top.

There once was this kid named Josh. He just so happens to be deaf and I just so happen to kno sign language. So we got to hanging out one day and then I go to Jessica and proclaimed to her that I didn't even kno his name. Then I found out and we started hanging out pretty much every day since. WELL, Josh has become more than "jus a friend" but (not that I don't love you hon) I jus don't want to go out with him cuz you see, this kid is a senior which means he leaves in about 8 weeks, either to UW or Pensicola (THERE'S A BIG DIFFERENCE). I don't want to keep you from making a decision babe because you really need to decide this for yourself, understand? Apparently according to Jessica Lynn and the therapist I am forced to talk to every week, I have abandonment issues (God, that is really hard to say). Not that I have a fear of being left...just that, I don't want to get to attatched if the attatchee is going to leave anyway... so pretty much yea...i have a fear of being left (That's even harder to say than the first thing)...Blame it on my biological mother. So with this guy, possibly being across the flippin country, there is no way I'm going to go out with him, it's just not gonna happen. Sorry Mrs. Beringer. TAKE THAT JOSH (AND JESSICA)!!! IT'S NOT MY GAME!!! I JUST TOLD ALL OF 3 PEOPLE, one of which already knows but that's beside the point! PUT THAT IN YOUR JUICE BOX AND SUCK IT BABE!!

Now onward about my day. So I woke up pissed. I don't know why. I jus did. Then I proceeded to get ready and do normal everyday getting ready activities, except that I didn't have time to do my make up. THEN I went to school and it pissed me off that Ashli wasn't on the bus. I thought to myself "Bitch slept in AGAIN!!!" and then I got to school and Jessica made me French Toast :) which was wonderful until Ryan came along and at 33% of it and then I gave one to Nick and one to Kayraw and one to Supercoolnewkidlylecupcakegirl so then I only had three :( which pissed me off even more. In first period Westin tickled me so hard I cried. Mrs. Cosme jus look at us like we were strange :) After class she asked if me and Westin were going out to which I replied "OH GOD NO!", and then she said that we're always all over eachother (which we're not) and I reassured her she has nothing to worry about. Normally I would blow something like that off, but just yesterday Jessica made to comment that he likes me. I just find it very odd. ANYWAYS!!! I saw Ashli during the passing period between 1st and 2nd and she went off with a group of people to spank a monkey, leaving me all alone in ASL, and that really pissed me off, but whatever...it's her life, I'm not gonna tell her what she can and cannot do. Then in 3rd period Jessica didn't come in until passing period, which was to be expected cuz her teacher wants her in class. That didn't piss me off. 4th, 5th, and 6th was a drag.

At about 4, I met with my group at Starbucks and we discussed our video project. That was a lot funner than what I expected it to be. I bonded with Allyson so well, she's like my new BFF...me and Allyson then waited at ColdStone until Josh picked us up. It was nice having someone else in the truck with us because I didn't have to worry about him signing and driving (IT DRIVES ME INSANE HON!!!!). I'm going to youth group with her wednesday and she's gonna go with me next sunday. Then we went to his house (it's like my second home now) and I finally met his dad. I would hate to have a dad like that. It's like whatever Josh does it's not good enough. I'm sorry hon...BUT I LOVE HIS MOM!!!! She is so darling!!! Everytime I'm around her, I wanna dance. We watched TV in his room, which was different because we normally watch in the living room, but his dad was watchin a movie so he kicked us upstairs. Why does a deaf kid have a TV in his room? But then again why do deaf kids need hearing test? Idk...maybe you can answer these for me babe. We worked out again, but I was still sore. He made me bench press 40 lbs today...I HATE YOU!! and then I felt gross so I went to take a shower, there was only guy body wash and it really annoyed me until I realized he's an only child :) So I used it and it smelled really good...but then again I like the smell of guy...then I had to wash my clothes so I went nightynight while they dried. I woke up and poor Josh was passed out too, but my clothes were on the bed. HE DOESN'T SNORE!!!! :) Which is fanspankintastic cuz I HATE the sound of snoring...even if its jus a soft snore it still bugs the living crap out of me. I went downstairs and had a nice conversation with his mom about how I should really give Josh a chance, and I should tell him to go to UW, and if he doesn't like it then he could switch to Pensicola anytime he wanted. And she said it in the nicest way while we were making brownies. And I told her that I don't want to make a decision for him but she says he only listens to me now, and I said "have you BEEN in the truck with us?!?!?" freakin crazy lady, listens to me my fat ass. he won't even keep his hands on the steering wheel (I say that in the best possible way). And then I called my dad and told him I was staying at a friends house because believe it or not Josh is still sleeping...poor boy. I guess technically he's a man...him being 18 and all but that sounds weird...poor man...see? it just doesn't work. So I'm on his Mac (which is way different than my computer), sitting next to his dad who is reading over my shoulder...WHICH HAPPENS TO BE ONE OF MY BIGGEST PET PEEVES!!!! haha :) he stopped :) anyways...its almost late...I'm gonna go find some jammies and maybe try to crack my Facebook password...BROWNIES ARE DONE!!! First, I'm gonna eat brownies though :)

ILY!!!
Jessica: I'll tell you more on the floor (that rhymes I should be a rapper)
JayJay: Don't bring this up round Ash pleasey :) but I love you enough to tell you :)
Taylor: Did we have WHAP homework?
Josh: The kids still don't need to know

love you guys. youre the bestest <3
~E
HAPPY EASTER!!!! YAYY EASTER BUNNY!!

If I Die Young, Bury Me in Silence, Lay Me Down on a Bed of Roses

Jessica Lynn and Ashi-Babe already know. But as for the rest of you, here it goes. When I woke up at exactly 5:58 Friday morning, I had this terrible gut feeling. It was like that feeling I had that first night I got my fish and I dreamed that it was going to die by the time I woke up that morning (and sure enough it did and I cried for almost two hours). Then at 6:28 that morning, my dad got a call that made him jump out of bed and get ready so fast, I wasn't even half way done with my breakfast when he left. The next time I heard from him was in third period at exactly 9:52 according to my phone with a text that said "I'll update you this afternoon after school" and when I finally checked my phone in the middle of fourth period, it seemed to me that something was terribly wrong. I was unusally quiet during lunch (according to Ashli, Jake, and Ryan) but then again I guess that's kinda to be expected when you sit at a table full of deaf kids. I was fine in 6th period and our little nature walk really helped me clear my mind. But when I got home I got the news. I cried, and cried, and cried. And then I got a call from Jessica and she said that she sensed that I needed a hug. After I got off the phone with her, I went to Ashli's and cried some more. Then Josh texted me and I told him to. He was at my house in 15 minutes and he held me while I cried on him (in his car of course, everything happens in that car. Jessica knows). It's nice talking to a deaf kid because you can tell them anything and they can't hear you anyways, so you jus keep talking and talking until you can't talk no more. After a run to Starbucks (he bought this time) I went inside and blasted my music that way no one can hear me crying. And then I went to bed around 7:30. I'm pretty sure I've gained 30 pounds since yesterday (I'm a very emotional eater) and today all we talked about was funeral details.

Grandpa, you're the best grandfather that a 16 year old girl can have. Thanks for being there the last eight years. You've always said "live for today cuz you never know what you got til its gone." That is so true. I love you so much, I don't think I've told you lately. Rest in peace.

In Loving Memory of my grandpa, Jess Moultry.
June 2, 1952-April 8, 2011

And I know this much is true, baby you have become my addiction

Hola,

So I haven't been on in, like, 2 weeks and I dont even have much to say.

SPRING BREAK!!! I procrastinated with my homework but it got done (SHOCKER!!!) I'm kinda proud of myself. Then Tuesday my dad said that I could go to the office with him and then he turned around and said "Oh, I'll come back for you." He didn't come back until 8:30 that night and then he's all "Sorry hon, you can come tomorrow." MEANWHILE!!!! While he was having a fun at the office, my mom came home. KEEP IN MIND, that no one has seen or heard from her since Saturday, and she gets upset at me because when she asked me a question I SIGNED yes instead of say it. The only reason I did so was because I was watching my favorite show and she kept asking all these annoying questions. "Did the dog get walked?" "Did anyone feed the dog?" "How is the dog?" "Where is the dog?" "Where's the cat?" "Did you eat any real food today?" "Have you talked to the doctor to get your note?" blah blah blah. And she had her iPod in and it was turned up all the way, so she flippin yelled it because she couldn't hear herself, GRRR!!! So I signed yes because I didn't want to come off as giving her attitude, and she yells at me because I was disrespectful in the excution of it. Whatever. She's gone again to only God knows where and I get to spend the weekend with my favorite neighbors :)

I four and a half hours on trying to figure out how i was going to earn my graduation requirements and my AA in Business at the same time and finally i figured it out. I was so proud of myself (yet again).

Thanks to my wonderful neighbor, Charis, I now have a Starbucks app on my cellular device :) And best of all she refilled my card for me. Instead of having $2.17 I now have $22.17. I don't even have to have my card there when I make the purchase. Apparently if you just give them your phone they punch in a code or somethin and it subtracts it from the balance displayed on your phone!!! How tight is that!!! :)

Kylie (the one who ran in a tornado around Taylor Swift, JayJay and Mommy know what I'm talking about) and my brother David love playing Lego Batman :) Kylie says the cutest things like "THAT'S RIGHT!!! YOU RUN BAD GUYS" and "WHY AREN'T YOU DYING!!!" I think it's super darling :)

Anyways!!! That's all for now :) Love you guys <3

Sorry it's been a couple days.

Honestly I'm not going to write much. Just on here to say that I'm probably gonna blog like once a week now just because I don't really have time...I'll try to update it every Friday to tell you about my epic week. I'm caught up in all my classes so I don't feel overwhelmed with homework this weekend, I'M SO FLIPPIN EXCITED!!!! I'm sick so I'm gonna get off now and take a nap, then to finish the photosynthesis poster for Biology, practice my ASL (there's a good site that I've found I'll put the link up next week so that way you guys and catch up on what you missed in ASL or learn new stuff), work on my Roman notes for Locey, Do my math homework and do my PhotoEssay (I'm doing my on how agriculture affected the development on middle east civilizations like Mesopotamia, Egypt, and the Indus Valley). I can probably get it all done tonight...anyways...I'm gonna go now...adios amigos/ amigas :)

JayJay the Jet Plane, I love you and you just call if you need anything, k, hon? Keep me updated on your mom.

Jessica Lynn!!!! I freakin love your face!!!! Me...you...the floor...Binger and Sutherland's room...EPICNESS!!!! "Hey, do you want some of these??"

Taylor!!! Thanks so much bud for the comparison charts!!! I freakin owe you my life :)

Anyways...LOVE YOU GUYS!!! <3
~E

OMiGollygeezers!!!!

I'm writing from the imagination from my sleep deprived mind. I haven't gotten any sleep since Friday night doing non-stop homework. Well, I stopped to eat, take a shower, straighten my hair, get dressed, go to church, run to the grocery store with my mom (FRUIT SNACKS!!!!!!) and watch ONE episode of Criminal Minds, JUST ONE!!!! How in the world am I going to function without my weekly Criminal Minds marathon on A&E? I'll tell you how, I'm not. That's like a unicorn without a horn, IT'S JUST A HORSE!!!! But I'm finally done at freakin 5:30 in the morning on Monday.

I honestly feel really sorry for my friends today. So I'm just going to say sorry in advance. Sorry guys for acting like a total moody bitch today. Not like anybody is going to read this before school anyways, because people have better things to do at 5:30 on Monday morning, like, I don't know, SLEEP. Just throwing it out there.

Tiredness comes in the form of waves, as I am sure you have probably figured out. With me it goes
1) dead tiredness-when I'm lazy and I don't wanna do anything but chill on the couch and watch TV.

2) Hysterically tiredness-when everything anybody says or does is so funny I feel like I'm going to pee my pants.

3) Grumpy tiredness-when if someone touches me or says something really petty, I get slightly irritated.

4) Pissed off tiredness-when everything anybody says or does just pisses me off to the point where I wanna punch a baby.

5) "Are you high?" tiredness-when I act like a total creeper and pet people's hair while smiling or randomly smell people (yea, it's never a good idea to leave me unattended when I'm at this stage of tired). Then there's the

6) I'm going to tell you what ever it is that happens to be on my mind tiredness- when I just start talking and talking and talking and 1/2 an hour later you will pretty much know everything about everything I think about. It's the best way to get the truth out of me. When you say "Hey, Evei, does this shirt go with my outfit?" Normally I'd be inclined to tell you yes, even if it doesn't, because you're already at school and it's not like you can go home and change. But if I'm really tired my response would be something like "No! Stop waisting my time with your stupid questions. You should have thought about how you looked before you stepped out the door. Crazy! Thinking that I care! The nerve of some people!" And then the cycle starts all over again.

Right now I'm at number 6 so give me an hour and I'll be back at number one.

I'm going to write a poem, right here on blogspot, about my favorite activity. Eventually it's gonna end up on Oprah and I will be crowned the best mixed female poet of 2011. And you my friend will be the first to read it. You should be honored, so hear it goes

I once knew a girl whos last name was Hay
She wanted to live in a Florida bay
Her best friend was a stuffed rabbit named Chay
Who slept and slept all damn day

Poor Miss Hay who hasn't slept in ages
Found herself flipping the pages
of her History book which threw her into rages
War with the book her eyes wages

Then one day as she heard the rabbit snore
She took it upon herself to stab it with a fork
Now she's spending 6 months in jail
At least she can take naps while waiting for the mail.

Haha that's terrible :) but it's 6 now so I have to get ready for school.
Austa Lauago, Benos Noches, Peace, We Out.
<3

IT'S SATURDAY!!!!

Need I say more? Don't question it, just enjoy it. Unless you're like me with to much homework to be able to enjoy your weekend. Then you have the right to question why your teachers gave you so much flippin homework. Anyways, I'm gonna cut this down into one line that says it all.

"I don't want no scrubs, a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me, hanging out the passenger side of his best friend's ride, trying to holler at me..."
                                                                         ~TLC, "Scrubs"

"And boom goes the dynamite."

Songs That Make That Little Voice In Your Head Go "Really?!?!?!?"

I'm sitting in my room, doing my homework, and listening to the radio and half the songs that come on are like, "Were you on something when you wrote that?" There are the singers with the horrible voices (ie Justin Beiber and Enrique Englasias) and then there are the singers that have wonderful voices but lyrics that don't make sense or have really bad musicians. Those are the songs that annoy me. Now I being a girl, who loves ALL music, finding a truely horrible song is hard to do, but rest assured I have come up with about 10 songs that are just so bad they should never be played on the radio, or a CD (who has those anymore?), or on any iPod ever again.

1) Toot it n' Boot it- like dude, seriously. At first I didn't know what it was talking about. I thought maybe he was at a party and ate all the bean dip and suddenly he farted and just left that way he wouldn't have to wallow in his own funk, which would make it just as terrible as a song, but NOOOO!!! that's not what it's about at all. Big freakin deal, you have sex with the chick and you tell her to get out your crib. You don't have to say it 800 flippin times, mainly because...hmmm...what was I gonna say?...oh yea...NO ONE CARES!!!!!

2) Gettin' Jiggy With It- is "jiggy" even a word? I'd like to see that on the SAT...don't get me wrong, Will Smith is flippin gorgous, but some of the things that come out of his mouth sometimes are just like, "What's going through that pretty head of your's." Of course nothing as bad as Charlie Sheen or Miley Cyrus (don't even get me started on bad celebrities...that's an entirly different blog) but it just doesn't make any sense. The main reason I hate this song is because everytime someone says something about Will Smith or that they're "down" with something, or my Grandma says the word Jiggers....that song pops into my head and doesn't leave until rudely shoved out the way by yet another annoying song.

3) Achy Breaky Heart- "Don't break my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think it'll understand." Honestly Billy Ray? What about my achy breaky ear drums, they damn sure don't understand. And honestly I can't stand his mullet in that music video. It makes me want to punch a clown.

4) Hollaback Girl- Sorry Stefani. She got mad because somebody called her a cheerleader in Seventeen magazine so she retaliates by making a song about cheerleaders. It doesn't make any sense. "It's bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S" Now nobody will ever call Gwen Stefani a cheerleader ever again because the whole world knows that she "ain't no hollaback girl" and won't ever forget it.

5) Macarena- The song is annoying but not nearly as annoying as the flippin dance. If you love doing the Macarena you should honestly go to a doctor and get your head checked out because there is something clearly wrong with your head. Need I say more?

6) I'm Too Sexy- Honestly too sexy for your hat, shirt, and car? Then you can walk home in the middle of freakin winter topless and with out a hat. That might not be a big deal if you live in, let's say Florida, or Arizona, but England is flippin cold in the winter. I know! You can come to Western Washington and you can experience all four seasons in one day. Boneheaded British Boy Band (alliteration, Locey really hammered that into me).

7) U Can't Touch This- Sadly, it's on my iPod. "Da nanana na na can't touch this." Is that a challenge? Yes? Wait a second, can't touch what exactly? Hmmmm...on second thought, I don't think I would want to even try.

8) Barbie Girl- Truly awful...must I remind you of the lyrics "Come on Barbie, let's go party, Oh oh oh yea!" If some creepy buff guy with an incredibly deep voice was all like "Come on Evei, let's go party" My response would not be "Oh oh oh yea." It would be more like "If the status ain't hood, I ain't trippin but he better be street when he lookin at me. I need a soildja, that ain't scared to stand up for me, gotta carry big things if you know what I mean." (Now that's a good song...that's one I can jam to all night long)

9) Who Let the Dog's Out- A song about dogs escaping the pound? You can't be serious. It was on the Rugrats movie though, so that has to count for something.

10) Whip My Hair- Willow...she's...ummm...cute...but not exactly the best song writer. She probably didn't even write that song. Her dad probably did with his whack song writing skills. "In West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days." and "Get down and jiggy with it, get down and jiggy with it." it wouldn't surprise me if he did write "I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth.."

Well that's all folks (haha I love the Looney Tunes :) )...Talk to ya later <3

Once Again, Blogging is my Alternative to Homework

As I walked into 6th period History yesterday to tell Taylor and/or Alida what just happened in 5th period Agerbra II, it suddenly dawned on me that Taylor is at State IN BELLEVIEW (super jealous!!!) and Alida is in the hospital with her grandpa. So I settled for telling Riley Burger (who ironicly doesn't like beef) only to be interrupted 8 times in my first sentence by the girls in my class that undoubtedly has a crush on poor Mr. Buger, and Rachel, who doesn't but use to. Frustrated and at my last resort I tried to consult Mr. Hodous about the wonderful, amazing, spectacular thing that just happened the period before only to be stop by the time I said "Mr. Hodous, Mr. Hodous, you'll never believe what just happened in Algebra." so that way he can say "Get your keister off my furniture Miss Hay." By that time the bell rang and Mr. H was giving me the stare down while annoucing I should "grab some urithane." Didn't Jake read that urithane was a white chrystal like substance? As far as I know there is no white chrystal like substance in History class, making it impossible to actually grab it. Anyways so this is what happened: ...................

Actually I forgot. It must not have been that wonderful or spectuacular.

I spent the night at my neighbor's house and when Kylie (she's my favorite four year old) woke up she yelled at the top of her lungs "EBOLYN!!!! YOU GOT TO BE QUIET BECAUSE DAVID IS STILL SLEEPING!!!!" She has this thing where if you don't answer her immediatly she will keep repeating it over and over and over again until you acknowledge her. So I, listening to my Pandora app, didn't hear her so she says louder "EBOLYN!!!! DAVID IS SLEEPING!!!!" Over my insanely loud music, I can see her lips moving and slighly hear what she is trying to relay to me but I still don't take out my earbuds. Finally she yanks them out of my ear and says "I SAAAAAAIIIIIIID! DAVID IS TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!" and I said "Then stop yelling." only to have her insist that I was the one who was yelling and all she wanted was some waffles and how unfair it was that she couldn't make the waffles herself. So I told her when she gets bigger she can make all the waffles she wants. I made her some waffles, and she says "Ummmm, Ebolyn? I don't really want these..." so I asked her why and she says "Because it's not ninja status..." Confused and puzzled I asked "What do ninja status waffles look like then?" And she looks at me like I'm stupid and she says "Uh, Ebolyn, ninja waffles have syrup and butter on them, duh!" I can't believed I got owned by a four year old...

I have so much homework to do it's unreal...I have to do Locey's poetry thing, my algebra homework (9.1 I can't believe we have 5 more chapters to cover before the end of the year), rewrite my CCOT (Change and Continuity Over Time) essay, finish my test corrections (i failed miserably on that test), do my compare and contrast chart, finish up my Mock 70 review sheet and maybe possible start on my 24-26 review sheet. You can see why I'm procrastinating. Well might as well get it over with. I gotta go now...

GOOD LUCK TAYLOR ROBERT LOUIS!!!!
I MISS YOU JAYJAY THE JET PLANE!!!!
THOSE BOOTS ARE SUPER HOT JESSICA LYNN!!!

love ya :) <3

Of Course I Should be Doing Homework, But Realistically it Probably Won't Get Done as Long as I'm blogging

Some days I get to thinking to myself (which is proven to be a dangerous pass time), and today was definitly one of those dangerous thinking days. Here are just some of my thoughts.

1) Why in the world do teachers assign homework if they are just going to b**** and moan about how many papers they have to grade and how they aren't going to have a life over the weekend. My English teacher assigned a summer assignment which she still has yet to grade and hand back. Really Mrs. L?!?!? You're going to take two and a half weeks out of my summer and not even glance at my paper? Well you know what? You can suck my big toe...How you like them apples?

2) How do Jazz songs get their names? Especially the one's that don't have anywords for example "I'm an Old Cowhand" or "Lester Leaps In". Where in the world do these names come from? Do the artist sit down in their little practice room, play a piece of music and think to themselves "WOW!!! I totally felt like an old cowhand while I was playing that...That's what I'm going to call it, because it's just as if I were working with cows...That's some good stuff."? I think I would like to meet a Jazz musican, and just ask them because I'm genuinely curious.

3) What if we all saw different colors but were just trained to call them the same thing? Like what if in reality I saw what you would call purple and you saw what I would call red, but we were both trained to call it blue? Maybe that explains why some people like different colors from eachother...

4) Why doesn't McDonalds sell hot dogs? I mean its suppose to be all American food? Aren't hot dogs American food? But then again nobody really eats french fries with their hot dog. But on second thought nobody really eats fries with their salads either. Is something finally too unhealthy for McDonalds? They should totally put it in Happy Kid Meals, but that's just what I think.

5)Which arm rest is yours at the movie theater? I would think it would be the left one but then again the person on the far right of the row would have two, which isnt fair. So maybe it's the right one but if that were to happen then the person on the far left would have two. If they just did away with arm rest to avoid conflict where would we put our drinks? And if you're right handed and a left handed person on the right side of you wants to use your cupholder, what happens then? There is really no happy solution to any of it? So in my opinion movie theaters officially suck.

6) If you're driving a federal owned car, and you run a stop sign, is it a felony? I guess it could be because you're driving a car that's owned the country. On the other hand isn't running a stop sign a misdemeanor? But whatever?

7) What do people taste in bananas that makes it taste delicious? I hate bananas. Sometimes I would be craving a banana but I would hate every bite of it. I don't know why I do that, I jus do.

8) If you make a contract that someone is going to pay you and then you won't accept their money, can they sue you to take the money? Mrs. Stricherz said in order to go to court you have to prove that there was harm done BUT contracts are also enforceable in court...

9) Can debt collectors still collect debt from people who have been dead 10 years? If all the money is gone to the heirs then do they go after them? Are millionairs still called millionaires even if after subtracting their debt they only have $100,000? Maybe, maybe not.

Just random questions I've asked myself all day. That's how I keep myself entertained during all the boring classes, like Biology and AP World History and everything in between. Now I got to go do my History homework. Chao, I love you :)

I can't believe I'm blogging right now

If somebody would have asked me a month ago to start a blog, I would have gone into a minor temper tantrum: yelling no, throwing myself onto the floor and flailing my arms and legs until they say, "Ok, I'm sorry, it was just a question." and walk away with a facial expression that says, "I know I look like I just got hit in the face by a squirrel but really that's not what happened: I just witnessed a 16 year old throwing a fit like she was a 2 year old at McDonalds whose mom said she couldn't have the toy because it's been recalled for lead based paint." But between fourth (Honors English with Ms. Locey) and fifth (Algebra II with Mr. Wilber) period everyday two of my top 10 favorite people in the entire world, Taylor and Jillian (here on out known as JayJay the Jet Plane!!!!!!) are always talking about their blogs. And because I felt so out of the loop all the time I decided there was no harm in creating a blog. So here it goes.

My life is the basic teenage soap opera that everyone experiences...times 10. According to JayJay the Jet Plane and Ashli the Red Headed Wonder, I am what they call a "social whore". Apparently a social butterfly is one of those people that talk to everybody and talks to anybody that sits next to them in Biology class or happens to sit across from them at the lunch room table. A social whore is one of those people that talks to EVERYBODY and talks to anybody, whether they are in front of them in line at Starbucks, or passing them in the hallway. So the accusation of being a social whore can't be farther from the truth. True, I will talk to people at school and make friends with them because I have to go there for the next two and a half years, one might as well enjoy the company of her fellow prisoners, but I am absolutly mortified of people I don't know outside of school. Ask my mom. My mom will be at Forever 21 trying on some shirts and say something like "Damn it, this shirt is too small. Evelyn, would you please go ask the attendant lady to get me a size bigger." I'll say "Sure mom, no problamo," but I'll think, "There is no way I'm going to go talk to her. Do you see her face right now?? Sure, she's smiling but deep down inside she's thinking 'that bitch better not ask me to get her mom a bigger shirt size.' You know, I'll just go get it myself." I'll return with the shirt 20 minutes later in addition to 15 I want to try on (I have ADD, so I'm attracted to anything that looks pretty like a unicorn attracted to rainbow flavored chocolate, but more about that in a minute). Anyway!!! The point is I'm not a social whore (put that in your juice box and suck it through a whimpy straw). Back to the initial subject, because I won't dare interrupt people when they are talking to me (it's one of my biggest pet peeves when I'm speaking and some one interrupts with something they think is more important, which, in most cases is not, but then who am I to deem something important or unimportant?), many people nominate me to listen to all their problems. "She doesn't like her because she slept with her boyfriend, when in reality she didn't but the boyfriend did sleep with the girlfriend's sister while the sister was in a relationship with another girl and now the girlfriend's sister's girlfriend's heart is broken so now her brother wants to beat up his sister's girlfriend but can't hit a girl so he cuts himself because he should have been there to protect his sister." Oh, yes, I hear it all. And I want so badly to clarify and tell them something someone else told me but that would be violating their trust in me with keeping a secret. So let's rephrase: My life isn't like a teenage soap opera, my life is like watching a teenage soap opera. It's like my own personal Degrassi playing out right in front of me.

About a month ago on a Wednesday (I remember because it was a late start like we have every week on Wednesday), I was sitting at the table eating a bowl of Captain Crunch when my dad comes downstairs with a peice of paper and hands it to me. Across the top it says "ADD/ADHD Questionaire". So I asked my dad "What is this?!?!?!?!" And he says, very nonchalantly, "I want you to fill this out and give it back to me before you go to school so that way I can take it to the family psychiatrist to see if you have ADD." Before he even finishes his sentence, I was already irritated at him, "WHY?!?!?!" "Because you're random and compulsive." So unhappy and reluctantly I filled it out. When I visited the shrink and she examined to paper like a monkey examines another monkey's head for tasty bugs to devour, she looked me directly in the eye and said, "Well Evelyn, you definitely have ADD, but it's a very complex and rare form of ADD, I'm going to have you go see our specialist." When she said that my irritation from that morning resurfaced. I'm not some animal that needs to go see the specialist to see what was wrong with her. I function just fine. The nerve of some people! But whatever, she thinks I have ADD, I think she's certifiably insane, we all have our opinions. I'm beginning to accept it now, but I still have yet to see a "specialist".

I'm going to leave now, but you'll hear from me again. I promise. Love ya <3